This past weekend was a CRAZY one. We threw a surprise bridal shower for my mom on Friday night, and then a surprise birthday party for Kaitlyn on Saturday at lunch! In my opinion, everything from planning to execution went beautifully, both bride and birthday girl were very surprised, and I think everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. All in all, I think that both events were a success.
I was also reminded of some craziness in my life exactly ten years ago. I was also throwing a bridal shower (for my sister) and a birthday party (also for my daughter, who was then turning a tiny 3!). However, in the midst of all that, my marriage was exploding and falling in a shambles around my feet. I've told this story on here before, when I posted the reasoning for naming my blog "crocuses in march", so feel free to click here if you've never heard my story.
Rather than go into it all again, I just wanted to mention the irony that struck me as I thought back on that this weekend. Here I am, ten years down the road, doing the very same things, but from a completely different standpoint. I now have a strong and thriving marriage (thanks to the grace of God) and 3 more beautiful children. Though I would certainly never say my life is "perfect" (I mean, who really has "perfect"?), I value, more than words can express, all that God done and have such a greater understanding of love, mercy and grace. I do not in any way deserve all that I have; I am truly living a miracle. I am completely in love with my husband, and have a faith and hope in Christ my Savior that he has, can and will carry me through the storms of this life. And I'm grateful for the lovely, yearly reminder - whenever I see crocuses - that no matter what things appear like on the surface, God is able, in his infinite love and power, to bring forth life from any dead place.